Music poem
Piano
As my elegant fingers stretch
I hear a sensational sound
I feel my pulse raise and my soul fly
While my feet tap on the ground
What is this magical emotion?
I feel like an angel, strangely perfect
Am I playing the piano?
No one could ever suspect
My heart tinkles and I scrunch me nose
As if I was the symphony
I stop to breath and whip my sweat
And I wonder was that really me?
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Sublime…. I just want you to know, my wife’s name is Marinella. She is from southern Italy, so I was confused since we do not meet too many others with the name, spelled that way.
I recognize toil of a Bard-ess in here. No joke. This is a fabulous find for me. I will be going through the stacks as days come and go. You’ve been writing since age 6… eh?
I heard someone say if we write poems after the age of twenty-three… we are poets. I’m 55 this year, and still writing them as if I have a need to… for you the same? Sounds like it.
Thank you for the compliment, and I will be having fun at your site here, at your expense, OK? Also I hang out at my friend’s site — Pribek.net songwriter, Boheme guitar player… do join in the commentary if you can.
Yours,
Patrick Darnell
WOW! Nela you never told me about your awesome website
Its wicked liking the poems
xxx